This will get updated with "infected", the zombies, as we come across them. For right now, there are some that have not been encountered.Zombie:Kill Difficulty: EasyStrength: WeakBio: Your common, every day, mutated, "infected" human. Referred to as "zombies" by the non-infected humans due to their nature, the only thing they have going for them are their numbers.

Basher:Kill Difficulty: MediumStrength: ModerateBio: The Basher is a zombie that was infected with a mutated strain of the virus. It's muscles grew to the point where it was quite powerful. It charges at enemies to close the distance, then crushes them in a gigantic, smashing crush. Every time they come around, the fortress has to be repaired, if that is where they attack. The are easy to defeat it if you are in an elevated position.

Flayer:Kill Difficulty: HardStrength: LethalBio: The Flayer is a zombie that was infected with a mutated strain of the virus. It's fingernails grew, sharpened, and thickened into razor-sharp talons. Fast and able to kill a full grown man in seconds, they are easily underestimated due to their otherwise identical appearance to the standard zombie. Luckily, the particular strain is quite rare.

Chapter 1:Prologue

April 18, 2011 "Come get me, you gross little para-human freaks!" Shouted the young, 14 year old child faced with an oncoming swarm of what could best be described as "zombies". They, of course, were not zombies, but mutated, living humans. However, they were so much akin to the "zombies" seen in recent horror movies that the term was appropriate. The child was holding a decent-sized sledghammer, and slammed it into the nearest oncoming zombie. He continued in a circular motion, coming around and bashing a plethora of zombies into eachother. From over his shoulder came fire from one of his "coworkers", who was wielding an M-16 with great accuracy. He mowed down the remaining zombies that the young man had missed. Another one stepped out."Well, that wasn't much fun. Didn't even let off a single round..." He grumbled. The young man wielding the sledghammer was named Ethan, and had taken out quite a few zombies over the last few weeks for his age. He looked at his weapon. The tip was cracked and about to crumble."Damn thing's broken." He muttered, tossing the weapon aside. he drew the double handguns he had as backups, and glanced around. He heard a growl, and a zombie burst out from a door. He opened fire with his weapons, ripping off the arms of the zombie. Several more followed, and he fired. He fired, and fired, and fired. His guns clicked. He stood pumping the triggers for a second, not yet realizing his guns were empty. The zombie tackled him and proceeded to attempt to maul him. However, he maneged to knock it off and he stood quickly, as his friend with the assault rifle took it out."Thanks, man. I owe ya one." He said, hitting the clip release buttons, and the clips fell out of the guns, with a cling-cling as the two clips hit the ground empty. He jacked in a pair of new ones from his belt, and shoved them in with the sides of the opposite pistol. He brought his guns up, and stepped in front of the now-doorless room. His lack of flashlights came back to haunt him."Mike, would you kindly light this room up so I can see what the hell's in it?" He asked, irritated at his own thoughtlessness. Mike was his friend with the M-16. There were three of them, and they were a scout party for a group of surviving people, holed up in a makeshift fortress made from a school, which was already quite well defended as far as keeping people out. When Mike stepped in the doorway, his weapon-mounted flashlight light up a room that appeared to have been the last stand for some unfortunate lone survivor. There was a dead man in the corner, mauled to death by zombies, still clutching an AK-47 assault rifle. Ethan stepped into the room and flicked on the lights. There was another AK on the table with a few clips. Obviously, the man thought to have a backup if his one AK got broken by zombies. Too bad it didn't help him much. Ethan soloumnly walked up to him, and sighed, shaking his head.This is what happens when you try to be a hero...Ethan thought. He looked back to the table, and walked over to the AK. He picked it up, and cocked it. It already had a flashlight on it. He turned it on."Alrighty, lets get the foodstuffs and other provisions, and get back to base." Ethan said, attaching the spare AK-47 clips to his belt. He looked at the corpse again. As much as he wanted to take him back and give him a proper burial, the flesh would attract zombies once it was moved and the scent got spread. He grabbed some of the canned food, and strapped a first aid kit to his thigh, and shut the door on the way out, setting back for their jeep.

On the way back to the jeep, Ethan said not a word. They had to trudge through a building, and luckily, they had cleared it before hand. Ethan kicked a loose, rotten 2x4, and it snapped at the middle, breaking. He groaned. If this was what they had to scavenge for structure reinforcements, there would be no point. It was Mike who finally broke the silence. "Ethan, you haven't said much lately. What's wrong?" He asked, concerned. Evan threw his new rifle over his shoulder, leaving his other hand free. "Well, I've just been thinking." He said. "About?" Mike asked, inquisitive. "Well, what the hell are we doing? It's pointless. For every braindead "zombie" we kill, there are two or three more to kill! It's never going to end. I had a bright future. At this rate, I'll be killing these little bastards into my late 40's..." Evan said. Evan stopped and held up his other hand. The two following men stopped. "What is it, Ethan?" Mike asked. "Do you hear that?" Ethan asked. Mike threw up a quizzical look. "Hear WHAT, exactly?" he asked. "Crying. And a hint of screaming.-And that was a gun burst!" Ethan said, breaking into a sprint and bringing his rifle down into his hands. He ran for several buildings, until he came to a grassy space in between a pair of houses, where there were a group of three people, one woman, one young child, and a man with what looked like a MAC-10 or Uzi. He picked off a few zombies, and his gun clicked. "HOLD ON SIR, WE'LL HELP!" Ethan screamed over the moaning of the zombies. He cocked his rifle. "Right--go back to the--scout zone. Get the--jeep, and bring it around. The M-60--should be ample--firepower!" Evan ordered, in between bursts from his new AK. The bursts from the machine pistol picked back up. Ethan charged forward and smashed in the skull of a zombie with his rifle butt and knocked another back, firing a burst. His gun clicked, and he reloaded. He heard an engine roaring, and then heard a loud burst of machinegun fire. A number of zombies got ripped to shreds. The vehicle got parked, and Mike waved the line of M-60 rounds thought the crowd of zombies, and a nice pile appeared. The zombies stopped. So did the machinegun fire. Ethan ran over to the family. "Come on sir, lets go. Get into the jeep, it's OK now." Ethan said, helping them over the the jeep. The mother had a claw mark on her leg, and the father had some deep cuts in several places. The jeep's engine revved, and they shot off. Within a few minutes, they arrived at the school-fortress. The gate officer, Leman, waved the the group. "So I see you found some new ones!" Leman shouted. "Yeah, a family of three! We need to get them to the medical room, they're ok, but a little bloodied up!" Ethan shouted back. Leman nodded and raised the gate. The jeep drove on campus, and stopped. The gate closed behind them. "Alright folks, follow me, we'll get you fixed up right 'n' proper." Ethan said with a smile.

Ethan lead the ragged family of three into the school office, and then into the nurse's office, which was now the medical facility for the fortress. The school nurse was the medical officer, ironically. She was immune to the infection, like the rest of the people here, and was willing to take full medical duties when the fortress was orgainzed. She was actually friends with Ethan and his parents, as this was the school he had attended before the outbreak."Nurse Oliva? We have some new patients!" Ethan said, and the redhead came from around the corner, washing a hypodermic in alcahol."So, what we got?" She said."Ah, a family. Two adults, one young child. Not a baby, looks like he's about 4 or 5. Cut and bloodied, but otherwise OK."Ethan said. He turned to the family and nodded, walking out of the room. He opened the office door and stepped out. He got about four steps when an alarm was played over the P.A. system. Ethan recognized it instantly; they were under attack. He ran back to the jeep and grabbed his AK, then sprinted back to where he was before and up the stairs. He ran toward the street and when he got to the railing facing the street, he looked out. Much to his dismay, there were at least two Bashers and only god knew how many Zombies rushing towards the fortress."The little bastards must have followed us!" Ethan shouted over his shoulder at the footsteps he heard approaching. He brought his rifle up and lit the lead Basher up. Sadly, these brutes' incredible muscle mass made them heavily resistant to firearms smaller than a .50 or a close range .357. He raked his fire across the mob of zombies, shreading quite a few. He heard Mike coming up."Clear it, kid!" Ethan looked over his shoulder to see Mike trudging up to the railing with the jeep's M60 in his hands with a bipod."You dismounted the M60!?!" Ethan said, flabbergasted."I'm not as bad as I look with a wrench!" Mike said, dropping the bipod. Ethan took the initive, grabbing one of the ammo boxes off Mike's back. He held it as Mike waved a laser beam of bullets through the oncoming zombies. When the gun clicked and Mike released the empty box, Ethan jacked the good one into the gun. There was a Basher right below the walk way. It was slamming the main gate, trying to bust it."Cover me." Ethan said, sliding over the railing. He landed square on the Basher's back. It hurt his knees, but no time to think of that now. No time to think of anything. Ethan shoved his AK's barrel against the surprized mutant's head and let off his remaining bullets. The thing fell forward, dead. Ethan reloaded his AK-47, but to no avail-Mike already wrecked the remaining zombies. The men around Ethan started to cheer at his bravel, stylish-and at the same time, incredibly stupid- Basher takedown

This will get updated with "infected", the zombies, as we come across them. For right now, there are some that have not been encountered.Zombie:Kill Difficulty: EasyStrength: WeakBio: Your common, every day, mutated, "infected" human. Referred to as "zombies" by the non-infected humans due to their nature, the only thing they have going for them are their numbers.

Basher:Kill Difficulty: MediumStrength: ModerateBio: The Basher is a zombie that was infected with a mutated strain of the virus. It's muscles grew to the point where it was quite powerful. It charges at enemies to close the distance, then crushes them in a gigantic, smashing crush. Every time they come around, the fortress has to be repaired, if that is where they attack. The are easy to defeat it if you are in an elevated position.

Flayer:Kill Difficulty: HardStrength: LethalBio: The Flayer is a zombie that was infected with a mutated strain of the virus. It's fingernails grew, sharpened, and thickened into razor-sharp talons. Fast and able to kill a full grown man in seconds, they are easily underestimated due to their otherwise identical appearance to the standard zombie. Luckily, the particular strain is quite rare.

Chapter 1:Prologue

April 18, 2011 "Come get me, you gross little para-human freaks!" Shouted the young, 14 year old child faced with an oncoming swarm of what could best be described as "zombies". They, of course, were not zombies, but mutated, living humans. However, they were so much akin to the "zombies" seen in recent horror movies that the term was appropriate. The child was holding a decent-sized sledghammer, and slammed it into the nearest oncoming zombie. He continued in a circular motion, coming around and bashing a plethora of zombies into eachother. From over his shoulder came fire from one of his "coworkers", who was wielding an M-16 with great accuracy. He mowed down the remaining zombies that the young man had missed. Another one stepped out."Well, that wasn't much fun. Didn't even let off a single round..." He grumbled. The young man wielding the sledghammer was named Ethan, and had taken out quite a few zombies over the last few weeks for his age. He looked at his weapon. The tip was cracked and about to crumble."Damn thing's broken." He muttered, tossing the weapon aside. he drew the double handguns he had as backups, and glanced around. He heard a growl, and a zombie burst out from a door. He opened fire with his weapons, ripping off the arms of the zombie. Several more followed, and he fired. He fired, and fired, and fired. His guns clicked. He stood pumping the triggers for a second, not yet realizing his guns were empty. The zombie tackled him and proceeded to attempt to maul him. However, he maneged to knock it off and he stood quickly, as his friend with the assault rifle took it out."Thanks, man. I owe ya one." He said, hitting the clip release buttons, and the clips fell out of the guns, with a cling-cling as the two clips hit the ground empty. He jacked in a pair of new ones from his belt, and shoved them in with the sides of the opposite pistol. He brought his guns up, and stepped in front of the now-doorless room. His lack of flashlights came back to haunt him."Mike, would you kindly light this room up so I can see what the hell's in it?" He asked, irritated at his own thoughtlessness. Mike was his friend with the M-16. There were three of them, and they were a scout party for a group of surviving people, holed up in a makeshift fortress made from a school, which was already quite well defended as far as keeping people out. When Mike stepped in the doorway, his weapon-mounted flashlight light up a room that appeared to have been the last stand for some unfortunate lone survivor. There was a dead man in the corner, mauled to death by zombies, still clutching an AK-47 assault rifle. Ethan stepped into the room and flicked on the lights. There was another AK on the table with a few clips. Obviously, the man thought to have a backup if his one AK got broken by zombies. Too bad it didn't help him much. Ethan soloumnly walked up to him, and sighed, shaking his head.This is what happens when you try to be a hero...Ethan thought. He looked back to the table, and walked over to the AK. He picked it up, and cocked it. It already had a flashlight on it. He turned it on."Alrighty, lets get the foodstuffs and other provisions, and get back to base." Ethan said, attaching the spare AK-47 clips to his belt. He looked at the corpse again. As much as he wanted to take him back and give him a proper burial, the flesh would attract zombies once it was moved and the scent got spread. He grabbed some of the canned food, and strapped a first aid kit to his thigh, and shut the door on the way out, setting back for their jeep.

This will get updated with "infected", the zombies, as we come across them. For right now, there are some that have not been encountered.Zombie:Kill Difficulty: EasyStrength: WeakBio: Your common, every day, mutated, "infected" human. Referred to as "zombies" by the non-infected humans due to their nature, the only thing they have going for them are their numbers.

Basher:Kill Difficulty: MediumStrength: ModerateBio: The Basher is a zombie that was infected with a mutated strain of the virus. It's muscles grew to the point where it was quite powerful. It charges at enemies to close the distance, then crushes them in a gigantic, smashing crush. Every time they come around, the fortress has to be repaired, if that is where they attack. The are easy to defeat it if you are in an elevated position.

Flayer:Kill Difficulty: HardStrength: LethalBio: The Flayer is a zombie that was infected with a mutated strain of the virus. It's fingernails grew, sharpened, and thickened into razor-sharp talons. Fast and able to kill a full grown man in seconds, they are easily underestimated due to their otherwise identical appearance to the standard zombie. Luckily, the particular strain is quite rare.

Chapter 1:Prologue

April 18, 2011 "Come get me, you gross little para-human freaks!" Shouted the young, 14 year old child faced with an oncoming swarm of what could best be described as "zombies". They, of course, were not zombies, but mutated, living humans. However, they were so much akin to the "zombies" seen in recent horror movies that the term was appropriate. The child was holding a decent-sized sledghammer, and slammed it into the nearest oncoming zombie. He continued in a circular motion, coming around and bashing a plethora of zombies into eachother. From over his shoulder came fire from one of his "coworkers", who was wielding an M-16 with great accuracy. He mowed down the remaining zombies that the young man had missed. Another one stepped out."Well, that wasn't much fun. Didn't even let off a single round..." He grumbled. The young man wielding the sledghammer was named Ethan, and had taken out quite a few zombies over the last few weeks for his age. He looked at his weapon. The tip was cracked and about to crumble."Damn thing's broken." He muttered, tossing the weapon aside. he drew the double handguns he had as backups, and glanced around. He heard a growl, and a zombie burst out from a door. He opened fire with his weapons, ripping off the arms of the zombie. Several more followed, and he fired. He fired, and fired, and fired. His guns clicked. He stood pumping the triggers for a second, not yet realizing his guns were empty. The zombie tackled him and proceeded to attempt to maul him. However, he maneged to knock it off and he stood quickly, as his friend with the assault rifle took it out."Thanks, man. I owe ya one." He said, hitting the clip release buttons, and the clips fell out of the guns, with a cling-cling as the two clips hit the ground empty. He jacked in a pair of new ones from his belt, and shoved them in with the sides of the opposite pistol. He brought his guns up, and stepped in front of the now-doorless room. His lack of flashlights came back to haunt him."Mike, would you kindly light this room up so I can see what the hell's in it?" He asked, irritated at his own thoughtlessness. Mike was his friend with the M-16. There were three of them, and they were a scout party for a group of surviving people, holed up in a makeshift fortress made from a school, which was already quite well defended as far as keeping people out. When Mike stepped in the doorway, his weapon-mounted flashlight light up a room that appeared to have been the last stand for some unfortunate lone survivor. There was a dead man in the corner, mauled to death by zombies, still clutching an AK-47 assault rifle. Ethan stepped into the room and flicked on the lights. There was another AK on the table with a few clips. Obviously, the man thought to have a backup if his one AK got broken by zombies. Too bad it didn't help him much. Ethan soloumnly walked up to him, and sighed, shaking his head.This is what happens when you try to be a hero...Ethan thought. He looked back to the table, and walked over to the AK. He picked it up, and cocked it. It already had a flashlight on it. He turned it on."Alrighty, lets get the foodstuffs and other provisions, and get back to base." Ethan said, attaching the spare AK-47 clips to his belt. He looked at the corpse again. As much as he wanted to take him back and give him a proper burial, the flesh would attract zombies once it was moved and the scent got spread. He grabbed some of the canned food, and strapped a first aid kit to his thigh, and shut the door on the way out, setting back for their jeep.